Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Poem by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Comments about Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

  • Sonali Ganguly Sonali Ganguly (4/3/2016 11:28:00 PM)

    and miles to go before i sleep- - very meaningful lines.....we really have lots of promises to keep before the death bell rings...... (Report) Reply

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  • Emily Krauss Emily Krauss (4/3/2016 9:15:00 AM)

    I love Robert Frost's Poem Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening. My favorite verse in the poem is:

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep. (Report) Reply

  • brian yeager (3/28/2016 3:26:00 AM)

    This is the first poem I memorized years ago. Recited it thousands of times. Everyone commenting breaks it down wrong. But take from it what you want like any art. It is what you want it to be. The day is Dec 21st (the darkest evening of the year) the person is not riding on a horse they are being pulled by two horses hence comparison (my little horse). The person is a salesman that is normally in a hurry going past the woods, but stops this evening to enjoy the view (must think it queer to stop without a farm house near) the horses are used to stopping at farm houses. The little horse is the lead horse wearing the bells. They have more stops to make to keep promises and deliveries and miles to go that evening before they get back home. Tx Brian Yeager Self taught troubadour. (Report) Reply

    Jaqueline Chavez (4/14/2016 10:16:00 PM)

    I agree that this poem can be interpreted anyway that a person wants it. Poetry can have different meanings just depends on the reader, in my opinion. This poem is amazing and I, myself enjoy it. This is the way I would interpret this poem. What I believe Robert Frost was trying to tell us is even though there are obstacles or the time to give up is perfect, it not time to give up until you have achieved your dreams or goals in life. In Robert Frost’s second stanza of his poem he mentions a little pony probably was confused to why they stopped in the middle of the woods with no farmhouse near. In my thoughts, I thought of this little horse to be like one’s conscious. Thinking why are they stopping at a place where they are not destined to be or to go. In the poet’s third stanza, he also mentions that the horse shakes his bells to grab the attention of his master to see if stopping here was a mistake. The way I looked it as, is an individual’s conscious, is always on our back to do the right thing, to keep moving forward. Lastly, the last stanza of Robert Frost’s poem is describing how the woods is great but at the same dark and deep. Robert Frost tried to make it be that the woods or how I mentioned before, the thought of giving up seems as the most wonderful thing ever. Towards the end of the poem, he says, “But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” Meaning, the narrator will still keep moving forward and to accomplish dreams, goals, or desires for their life before they “rest.” Thank you for taking my interpretation for consideration.

  • Christopher Correia Christopher Correia (3/24/2016 1:06:00 AM)

    I am obsessed with this poem, have read it hundreds of times; always seem to find a new leaf to turn over in Frosts' woods, this poem is profound; means to me, getting away from the machinery of routine; taking a breath, enjoy the reality of being a mortal organic being with limited time to this (Report) Reply

  • David Lumpkin David Lumpkin (3/22/2016 2:44:00 PM)

    A pensive pause as powders fell. A California boy enjoying New England.
    I've always loved this poem. (Report) Reply

  • precious oboh precious oboh (3/17/2016 6:40:00 PM)

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
    But I have promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.

    my favorite verse (Report) Reply

  • Henry Purin (3/4/2016 6:05:00 AM)

    I'm looking out at this moment into a lovely snowy woods, dark and deep, just before dawn. This poem came to mind; I know it by heart. As a Professor of English Literature, I have recited and discussed this poem dozens of times, yet it is still as beautiful and ambiguous as the first time I read it 55 years ago. For me, as for so many readers, it is both a perfect view of a lovely scene in nature AND, symbolically, part of my life's story. I am at this moment a thousand miles from home and a decade or two from the end of my life: The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.... (Report) Reply

    Joe Bishop (4/11/2016 5:21:00 PM)

    Your response strikes me as one of the most profound I have ever read in a comments section. It is at once simple yet profound. Everything, in fact, that Frost was....

  • Ernest Makuakua Ernest Makuakua (3/1/2016 10:14:00 AM)

    beautifully written poem thank you for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (3/1/2016 9:06:00 AM)

    I read this poem first when I was reading in class X and that was the time I loved it. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (2/21/2016 7:38:00 PM)

    ............a superb write with extraordinary imagery...certainly a rare and precious jewel ★ (Report) Reply

  • Uzefa Rashida M.a Uzefa Rashida M.a (2/19/2016 10:30:00 AM)

    An all time favourite, I read it again and again. It inspires me and boosts me to pursue my ambition. (Report) Reply

  • Swift Kavk (2/11/2016 9:22:00 AM)

    This is the best poem I've ever read, heard or felt. I'd read this poem in class 11th for the Ist time and I felt an inspirational and motivational energy. really this is one of the best poems for them who lead to astray in my opinion. (Report) Reply

  • Ernest Makuakua Ernest Makuakua (1/27/2016 7:02:00 AM)

    nice piece

    My little horse must think it queer
    To stop without a farmhouse near
    Between the woods and frozen lake
    The darkest evening of the year.

    emotional (Report) Reply

  • Colleen Henderson (1/17/2016 9:03:00 PM)

    Sometimes we don't know without a doubt the meaning of a poem (or of a piece of beautiful prose) . But we know that it becomes a part of the music of our life, that it strikes a chord within us. I watched a Vietnamese man recite this poem for Anthony Bourdain on Parts Unknown because, I think, he felt it represented America. He obviously loved it. It was touching for me; I understood how this poem affected him, as it has me, and I saw how a poem can bring people from distant places together. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Loomes Stephen Loomes (1/16/2016 9:24:00 PM)

    This may be disrespectful to those who worship Frost but in my opinion he was a master of solipsistic doggerel. Whether mending walls, or taking a road or riding in a snowy forest, he imports to the mundane a seeming profundity which is quite laughable. Earlier I had recounted the experience related from the point of view of the poor horse who bore him that night; literally bearing a bore. I have named the horse Dobbin.

    Yes, says Dobbin, his language clear,
    This poltroon on my back
    He's more than a little queer
    It's alright for him, notebook in hand
    To pen his boring verse
    But it is me, without a rug
    Who in snow is left standing here!
    My hooves and shanks
    They are freeziing cold
    Why must I be his horse?
    It was pain enough,
    While he, again
    Notepad and pen in hand
    Deliberated on his choice of road
    But this night is even worse (Report) Reply

    Sarah Gordy (2/7/2016 3:39:00 PM)

    I suppose those who can't do critique.

    David D (2/4/2016 9:04:00 AM)

    Your poem reminds me how good Frost is.

    Stephen Loomes Stephen Loomes (1/18/2016 10:48:00 PM)

    You got it, that was what the horse was thinking, well done.

    Stephen W (1/18/2016 6:56:00 PM)

    What a malignant poltroon you are, sir.

  • Mithilesh Yadav Mithilesh Yadav (1/15/2016 11:05:00 AM)

    great pen............. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (1/13/2016 3:50:00 PM)

    ........beautiful write...always has been one of my favorites ★ (Report) Reply

  • humaira nabi (1/3/2016 10:19:00 PM)

    amazing (Report) Reply

  • Stefan Maslaczyk (1/2/2016 9:32:00 AM)

    Why is the ownership of the woods and the owner not seeing the author standing and admiring them so important? The whole of the first verse is devoted to this topic. I don't think explanations about fulfilling responsibilities till death, etc, explain this. Could it be that the beautiful woods are symbolic of another man's alluring wife? The rest of the poem then starts falling into place.
    The first verse the author doesn't want to be seen admiring another's wife.
    Second verse he is standing between the beckoning woods and a frozen lake (what his marriage has become)
    The harness bells are his conscience ringing compared to the gentle easy wind and downy flake of forbidden love.
    He is offered solace in the lovely dark deep embrace of the woods but he has made his wedding vows to stay faithful till death releases him. (Report) Reply

    Stefan Maslaczyk (1/20/2016 2:33:00 PM)

    That first verse is a loaded with suspicion and cunning though. It is very weird that if you consider the woods as being a metaphor for a woman it is almost the mirror image of the story of the start of the David and Bathsheba story. See Second Samuel Chapter 11 Verses 2,3 and 4.

    Stephen W (1/18/2016 7:04:00 PM)

    Rural people may be as jealous of their land as of their wives. If he is seen staring at another's trees, the owner may think he plans to steal firewood. He would be challenged.

  • Gill Hipkin (12/30/2015 4:48:00 PM)

    A truly great piece of verse. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016

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